I knelt on the floor with His belt around my neck. He took the length that he had been using to pull me to his cock and wrapped it around my neck again. He pulled it tight and put the end between my teeth. I gripped it there, afraid of what he was doing, afraid of how tightly he was pulling the belt around my neck. He wiped his cock on my face, mixing the saliva with the tears on my cheeks.
I trembled. Was this my punishment for last night? Was he still angry at me, and would his anger grow out of control until he pushed me harder than I was able to go? What was going to happen? This had all happened so suddenly.
I felt the red mark on my stomach where he had whipped me with the belt as I laid on the bed, before he dragged me onto the floor. I knew that I would have a mark that would last days. I knew that I deserved it, that I should take some of his anger as payment for what I had done.
But how much? Where would he take me this time?
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Daring
I thought I was over my period. Actually, I was, but it came back while I was fucking Him the other night. When He told me to get off of him and suck his cock, I saw a smear of blood on him and recoiled. I wasn't going to take him in my mouth like that. I just wasn't.
He saw what I saw and pushed me down toward his cock anyway. I whimpered and then shook my head slightly. I didn't want to disobey him, I feared bluntly saying "no," but I just couldn't do it. My eyes filled with tears as he persisted.
"Please Daddy, no, don't make me," I moaned, but he was unrelenting.
"Yes Kitten, now, take me in your mouth."
"But...but...," I sputtered, flailing my arms around helplessly. I balled up my fists and crushed them against my eyes, trying to block out what seemed inevitable.
"Just fucking do it," He growled.
I inched down toward his cock, looking anywhere but at him, trying to get out of this, trying to think of a solution. When it looked like I wouldn't be able to escape, I opened my mouth reluctantly and moved toward him.
But at the last possible second before my mouth touched his cock, he pulled me up and tenderly said, "That's enough." He sighed as he held me against him.
I should have felt relieved, but I was irate. How could he do that to me? It was a mindfuck, pure and simple. It was manipulation. It was humiliating. I was so stupid. I pushed against him, unwilling to feel grateful that he had let me go at the last second. Instead I felt a surge of hatred at what he did to me.
As he held me tighter, I struggled. "What do you feel right now?," he whispered, touching himself and watching me closely. "Mad," I grunted. "How could you do that?" I lost all sense of obedience and let my resentment course through my body.
"More, tell me more," he urged. I let the words spill from my mouth. "You can just do that, you can mess with me. You knew that I would do it if you asked. You fucked with me." I started beating my fists against his chest and I could see that he was growing more excited.
"Tell me, I know how you feel about me right now," he growled.
"I hate you, that's how I feel, I hate you," I shouted as I hit him in a frenzy. I was a blur of aggression, but he kept me held tightly to him throughout. I was angry but I was safe, venting everything that I held pent up inside me.
And then he came all over me in a rush of sighs and moans. He brushed my hair back from my face as I laid next to him in stunned silence. What had just happened?
"I control all of you, Kitten," he said, looking down at me. "I can bring everything out of you, everything that you've been hiding. I know that you hate that I can make you do anything, but sometimes you need to be reminded."
I smiled at him ruefully, giving him one last bump on his chest with my fist before cuddling deep in his arms.
He saw what I saw and pushed me down toward his cock anyway. I whimpered and then shook my head slightly. I didn't want to disobey him, I feared bluntly saying "no," but I just couldn't do it. My eyes filled with tears as he persisted.
"Please Daddy, no, don't make me," I moaned, but he was unrelenting.
"Yes Kitten, now, take me in your mouth."
"But...but...," I sputtered, flailing my arms around helplessly. I balled up my fists and crushed them against my eyes, trying to block out what seemed inevitable.
"Just fucking do it," He growled.
I inched down toward his cock, looking anywhere but at him, trying to get out of this, trying to think of a solution. When it looked like I wouldn't be able to escape, I opened my mouth reluctantly and moved toward him.
But at the last possible second before my mouth touched his cock, he pulled me up and tenderly said, "That's enough." He sighed as he held me against him.
I should have felt relieved, but I was irate. How could he do that to me? It was a mindfuck, pure and simple. It was manipulation. It was humiliating. I was so stupid. I pushed against him, unwilling to feel grateful that he had let me go at the last second. Instead I felt a surge of hatred at what he did to me.
As he held me tighter, I struggled. "What do you feel right now?," he whispered, touching himself and watching me closely. "Mad," I grunted. "How could you do that?" I lost all sense of obedience and let my resentment course through my body.
"More, tell me more," he urged. I let the words spill from my mouth. "You can just do that, you can mess with me. You knew that I would do it if you asked. You fucked with me." I started beating my fists against his chest and I could see that he was growing more excited.
"Tell me, I know how you feel about me right now," he growled.
"I hate you, that's how I feel, I hate you," I shouted as I hit him in a frenzy. I was a blur of aggression, but he kept me held tightly to him throughout. I was angry but I was safe, venting everything that I held pent up inside me.
And then he came all over me in a rush of sighs and moans. He brushed my hair back from my face as I laid next to him in stunned silence. What had just happened?
"I control all of you, Kitten," he said, looking down at me. "I can bring everything out of you, everything that you've been hiding. I know that you hate that I can make you do anything, but sometimes you need to be reminded."
I smiled at him ruefully, giving him one last bump on his chest with my fist before cuddling deep in his arms.
Humiliation Nation
The other night, He knelt behind me to watch his come drip out of me. He had just finished taking me roughly from behind and I was shaky on my hands and knees. Once He saw what he wanted - the physical evidence of his ownership - he let me collapse on the bed. After a few minutes, after I caught my breath, I asked to get up to go to the bathroom to clean up.
"Is there more?," He asked.
"Um...," I stalled, knowing that he can't get enough of the sight of his come dripping out of me.
"Get up on your knees," He said in a tone of voice that brooked no argument.
My legs shook as I knelt next to him on the bed. I steadied myself against the wall with one hand. He knocked my knees apart and held his cupped hand under my cunt.
"Push," He said with an evil glint in his eyes. I covered my eyes with my free hand, but I obeyed. After a moment, I looked down to see his hand covered in my wetness and his. He held his hand up to my face and I looked at him warily.
"Lick, now," He whispered. I bent my head down, eyes tightly squeezed shut, and lapped at his palm. I could taste both of us on his hand. He made me clean up every drop.
I never did make it to the bathroom and I didn't get to rest my shaking body. I think my humiliation turned him on so much that he had to have me again, right away. As I sucked his cock, I could still feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Is there more?," He asked.
"Um...," I stalled, knowing that he can't get enough of the sight of his come dripping out of me.
"Get up on your knees," He said in a tone of voice that brooked no argument.
My legs shook as I knelt next to him on the bed. I steadied myself against the wall with one hand. He knocked my knees apart and held his cupped hand under my cunt.
"Push," He said with an evil glint in his eyes. I covered my eyes with my free hand, but I obeyed. After a moment, I looked down to see his hand covered in my wetness and his. He held his hand up to my face and I looked at him warily.
"Lick, now," He whispered. I bent my head down, eyes tightly squeezed shut, and lapped at his palm. I could taste both of us on his hand. He made me clean up every drop.
I never did make it to the bathroom and I didn't get to rest my shaking body. I think my humiliation turned him on so much that he had to have me again, right away. As I sucked his cock, I could still feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Joy
He started in on me before I was even fully awake. He was hard and alert, even as I was groggy and cuddly, and he started putting me through my paces. I dragged through the first part of our early-morning activities. Maybe I didn't suck his cock as enthusiastically as he would have liked? Or maybe I was too busy wiping the sleep from my eyes to come on command?
He flung me over the side of the bed and fucked me hard from behind, taunting my reflection in the mirror. I buried my head in the sheets and tried to find my focus. I didn't want him to make me cry, not when I was already feeling so out of sorts. But the tears came quickly when he told me that all of my neighbors would know what a slut I am from the moaning that was coming from the apartment. I was ashamed and I didn't know what to do.
After a time, I slid to the floor to kneel at his feet. I looked up at him, looking for something, looking for a connection. He smoothed back my hair and smiled down at me. "You're such a good girl for me this morning, such a good little girl," he cooed.
I nuzzled his knee and smiled. He was proud of me. I felt instantly joyous and purposeful and centered. I was doing a good job. I was pleasing him.
When I sucked his cock again, I was more than enthusiastic and was rewarded for all of my hard work.
He flung me over the side of the bed and fucked me hard from behind, taunting my reflection in the mirror. I buried my head in the sheets and tried to find my focus. I didn't want him to make me cry, not when I was already feeling so out of sorts. But the tears came quickly when he told me that all of my neighbors would know what a slut I am from the moaning that was coming from the apartment. I was ashamed and I didn't know what to do.
After a time, I slid to the floor to kneel at his feet. I looked up at him, looking for something, looking for a connection. He smoothed back my hair and smiled down at me. "You're such a good girl for me this morning, such a good little girl," he cooed.
I nuzzled his knee and smiled. He was proud of me. I felt instantly joyous and purposeful and centered. I was doing a good job. I was pleasing him.
When I sucked his cock again, I was more than enthusiastic and was rewarded for all of my hard work.
Sudden
Things escalated quite quickly. We were slightly tipsy, and a routine blow job was rapidly turning into something much more aggressive. He choked me roughly and knocked me off of my knees onto my ass. He came after me, even as I tried to scuttle away. He knelt over my prone body and fucked my face harder. I wondered if He had lost track of how much I could take.
Before I could protest though, He picked me up and deposited me on my hands and knees on the bed. He reached around my waist to unbutton my jeans and pulled them down to mid-thigh. I expected him to take them all the way off of me, but instead he thrust into me from behind in one quick movement. I cried out in surprise, but the sound was muffled by the comforter. He was pressing on my upper back so that my face was smushed into the bed. He fucked me harder and harder, spurred on by my quiet screams into the mattress.
It was amazing, and so sudden. It was unexpected. There was nothing I could do but let myself be taken. As he pushed my head down and thrust into me more furiously, I was calm.
Before I could protest though, He picked me up and deposited me on my hands and knees on the bed. He reached around my waist to unbutton my jeans and pulled them down to mid-thigh. I expected him to take them all the way off of me, but instead he thrust into me from behind in one quick movement. I cried out in surprise, but the sound was muffled by the comforter. He was pressing on my upper back so that my face was smushed into the bed. He fucked me harder and harder, spurred on by my quiet screams into the mattress.
It was amazing, and so sudden. It was unexpected. There was nothing I could do but let myself be taken. As he pushed my head down and thrust into me more furiously, I was calm.
Mine
I was kneeling before Him in the living room, working his cock slowly in my mouth. I was focusing very intently on him and only him, his pleasure, his little moans. As I serviced him, he started pulling on my hair and pushing my face down onto his cock more roughly. He was getting more excited and his mean streak was coming out. I could see it behind his eyes.
"You had better keep that up because you're going to work on my cock all night."
I looked up at him through my hair with a surprised look in my eyes.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll feed you dinner. But after that, you're going to be right back on your knees. You think you eat for free around here? You have to find a way to earn your keep, you know."
I looked down, ashamed. His words echoed in my ears: "earn your keep." I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind and focus on the task at hand, but he was not done.
"You are such a little whore. Look how much you love doing that." I continued, sure that if I showed how his words affected me, he would only taunt me further. He pulled me up on his lap and had me fuck him. He didn't seem to care if I came. He was using my body for his pleasure only.
He pulled me close and tugged on the hair at the nape of my neck. He growled in my ear: "I knew what a kind of girl you were from the moment I saw you."
Foolishly, I asked, "What kind of girl am I?" I don't know why I asked this. I knew what kind of mood he was in. I knew what he would say. But there was a part of me that wondered what kind of girl I was then and what kind of girl I have become, and whether I could bear to see how he saw me. Whether I could bear the changes.
"A dirty girl. I knew you were a dirty little girl from the moment I met you." I shook my head, tried to deny it. "I knew you would let me fuck you as soon as I wanted. I knew you would let me do all of these things to you."
"No...," I protested weakly. He just held me tight to him as he bounced me up and down on his cock, faster and faster. He was hurting my neck with the force he was using to pull my hair.
Right before he came, he hissed in my ear: "I know I would own you and that I'd make you my whore. I always knew."
"You had better keep that up because you're going to work on my cock all night."
I looked up at him through my hair with a surprised look in my eyes.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll feed you dinner. But after that, you're going to be right back on your knees. You think you eat for free around here? You have to find a way to earn your keep, you know."
I looked down, ashamed. His words echoed in my ears: "earn your keep." I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind and focus on the task at hand, but he was not done.
"You are such a little whore. Look how much you love doing that." I continued, sure that if I showed how his words affected me, he would only taunt me further. He pulled me up on his lap and had me fuck him. He didn't seem to care if I came. He was using my body for his pleasure only.
He pulled me close and tugged on the hair at the nape of my neck. He growled in my ear: "I knew what a kind of girl you were from the moment I saw you."
Foolishly, I asked, "What kind of girl am I?" I don't know why I asked this. I knew what kind of mood he was in. I knew what he would say. But there was a part of me that wondered what kind of girl I was then and what kind of girl I have become, and whether I could bear to see how he saw me. Whether I could bear the changes.
"A dirty girl. I knew you were a dirty little girl from the moment I met you." I shook my head, tried to deny it. "I knew you would let me fuck you as soon as I wanted. I knew you would let me do all of these things to you."
"No...," I protested weakly. He just held me tight to him as he bounced me up and down on his cock, faster and faster. He was hurting my neck with the force he was using to pull my hair.
Right before he came, he hissed in my ear: "I know I would own you and that I'd make you my whore. I always knew."
Descent
I knelt before Him. He pushed me down onto all fours and held out his cock. "Here, come and get it." I opened my mouth to take him and he stepped backward. I crawled forward and opened my mouth again, only to have him step backward again. I crawled halfway across the room after him before he let me take him in my mouth. "I love to see you crawling like that, all hungry for my cock," he smiled.
He rocked his hips as I sucked on him, thrusting gently into my mouth and guiding my head. He was letting me control the speed and the tempo for the time being, and I was able to look up at him as I worked. But after a few minutes, he gripped my hair more firmly and started fucking my face more quickly.
I started to gag and pull back, but he wasn't letting me go anywhere. I scrambled from my kneeling position and back onto my ass, but he just held my head back and leaned forward until his cock was deep in my throat. I couldn't control anything at that point. My mouth was held open and he kept plunging his cock as deep as he could. I was gagging, but he wasn't letting up.
As I choked and sputtered, I tried to lean back to get away from him. He wasn't stopping, so he kept thrusting forward as I leaned back and back and back. At one point, I was lying flat on my back and he was crouched on top of me, still fucking my mouth. My arms were pinned under his legs and I could do nothing but flail my legs.
He seemed to relish my position because, between gagging and choking, I noticed that he was still smiling. My eyes were wide and I was trying to breathe, but he enjoyed every moment more than the one before. When he saw the surprised look on my face, he said slyly, "I feel like I just captured my prey and now you can't get away." I whimpered and he kept fucking my face. I could not resist. I could not do anything.
He rocked his hips as I sucked on him, thrusting gently into my mouth and guiding my head. He was letting me control the speed and the tempo for the time being, and I was able to look up at him as I worked. But after a few minutes, he gripped my hair more firmly and started fucking my face more quickly.
I started to gag and pull back, but he wasn't letting me go anywhere. I scrambled from my kneeling position and back onto my ass, but he just held my head back and leaned forward until his cock was deep in my throat. I couldn't control anything at that point. My mouth was held open and he kept plunging his cock as deep as he could. I was gagging, but he wasn't letting up.
As I choked and sputtered, I tried to lean back to get away from him. He wasn't stopping, so he kept thrusting forward as I leaned back and back and back. At one point, I was lying flat on my back and he was crouched on top of me, still fucking my mouth. My arms were pinned under his legs and I could do nothing but flail my legs.
He seemed to relish my position because, between gagging and choking, I noticed that he was still smiling. My eyes were wide and I was trying to breathe, but he enjoyed every moment more than the one before. When he saw the surprised look on my face, he said slyly, "I feel like I just captured my prey and now you can't get away." I whimpered and he kept fucking my face. I could not resist. I could not do anything.
Pet
I was kneeling between his legs. He was stretched out on the bed, waiting for me to take his cock in my mouth. "Down," he coaxed, pushing on the back of my head, "down."
I lowered my head under pressure from his hand. "Good," he patted my head, "that's a good dog."
I froze, mid-suck. Did he just call me a dog? No, couldn't be. I chose to ignore it and kept sucking.
"Now, sit up," he cooed. I looked up at him with questioning eyes. "Sit up like a good dog."
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. I had to obey but I didn't understand what he was doing. I sat up anyway and squeezed my hands together to manage the tension.
"See? You are a good dog!," he exclaimed with mock enthusiasm. I shook my head, still not sure what he was doing, aside from humiliating me. "Back down," he said and I lowered my head.
As I continued to suck him, he rubbed the back of my head and cooed some more about what a good dog I was for him. I sat up abruptly.
"I'm not a dog," I said with some hesitation. It seemed silly to have to assert such a thing about myself.
"Of course you are," he said with a frustrating lilt to his voice. "You sit up, you beg, you roll over-"
My hands flew up to my ears. "I'm not a dog!," I said louder, cutting him off from his list of my canine attributes. I couldn't listen to him recount all of the things that I do that, now that I thought about it, sounded awfully a lot like the things dogs do.
"Down," he said quickly, and I ducked my head down to his cock. He chuckled to himself and patted me on the head again. Dammit, I thought. I obeyed his command just like a dog. Oh god.
I started sniffling as I sucked his cock, not wanting to believe that he thought I was an animal. Not willing to admit that I act just like one. Tears dripped down my face as I started quietly crying.
"What's wrong?," he asked.
I looked up and mumbled, "I'm not a dog," through my sobs.
"Oh, yes you are," he said quietly.
"No, I'm a girl," I said, quietly at first. I kept repeating it to myself. "I'm a girl, I'm a girl, I'm a girl..." I kept up this mantra as I tried to block out all of the thoughts about the commands that I follow like a dog, the crawling on the floor, the begging. Was I trying to convince him that I was a girl or convince myself?
He pushed my head back down onto his cock and I managed to suck his cock. I stopped sniffling and was finally able to make him come in my mouth. It seemed like a hollow victory, since I had been so humiliated in the process.
He pulled me up next to him when I was finished. He nuzzled my neck and held me close, but I felt detached. I didn't know what to think of what just happened. He whispered in my ear: "Kitten, you're whatever I want you to be."
I lowered my head under pressure from his hand. "Good," he patted my head, "that's a good dog."
I froze, mid-suck. Did he just call me a dog? No, couldn't be. I chose to ignore it and kept sucking.
"Now, sit up," he cooed. I looked up at him with questioning eyes. "Sit up like a good dog."
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. I had to obey but I didn't understand what he was doing. I sat up anyway and squeezed my hands together to manage the tension.
"See? You are a good dog!," he exclaimed with mock enthusiasm. I shook my head, still not sure what he was doing, aside from humiliating me. "Back down," he said and I lowered my head.
As I continued to suck him, he rubbed the back of my head and cooed some more about what a good dog I was for him. I sat up abruptly.
"I'm not a dog," I said with some hesitation. It seemed silly to have to assert such a thing about myself.
"Of course you are," he said with a frustrating lilt to his voice. "You sit up, you beg, you roll over-"
My hands flew up to my ears. "I'm not a dog!," I said louder, cutting him off from his list of my canine attributes. I couldn't listen to him recount all of the things that I do that, now that I thought about it, sounded awfully a lot like the things dogs do.
"Down," he said quickly, and I ducked my head down to his cock. He chuckled to himself and patted me on the head again. Dammit, I thought. I obeyed his command just like a dog. Oh god.
I started sniffling as I sucked his cock, not wanting to believe that he thought I was an animal. Not willing to admit that I act just like one. Tears dripped down my face as I started quietly crying.
"What's wrong?," he asked.
I looked up and mumbled, "I'm not a dog," through my sobs.
"Oh, yes you are," he said quietly.
"No, I'm a girl," I said, quietly at first. I kept repeating it to myself. "I'm a girl, I'm a girl, I'm a girl..." I kept up this mantra as I tried to block out all of the thoughts about the commands that I follow like a dog, the crawling on the floor, the begging. Was I trying to convince him that I was a girl or convince myself?
He pushed my head back down onto his cock and I managed to suck his cock. I stopped sniffling and was finally able to make him come in my mouth. It seemed like a hollow victory, since I had been so humiliated in the process.
He pulled me up next to him when I was finished. He nuzzled my neck and held me close, but I felt detached. I didn't know what to think of what just happened. He whispered in my ear: "Kitten, you're whatever I want you to be."
Funny Girl
I kissed down His neck as I touched his cock, lightly grazing his shoulder with my teeth. "No, no, no little Kitten," he cautioned. I kissed down his chest and, after looking up at him with a coy look in my eye, softly bit his nipple. "No Kitten, no biting. I'll tell you when it's okay to bite."
I pouted for a moment, then joked, "You're no fun." Before I could think, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked my head back.
"You think you're such a funny girl. I'll show you how much fun I can be," he sneered. I held myself rigid, hoping not to anger him any more. My joking had already gotten me in trouble.
"I'll show you exactly how much fun I am when I come on your face. Do you want to see that?," he asked. I shook my head no. "What?," he demanded. "Speak up when you're addressing me."
"No, thank you," I said clearly. I had just taken a shower and washed my hair. I didn't want him to come on my face right then. He knew that.
"Good, now get down and take care of my cock," he demanded as he pushed my head down. "And we'll see how much fun I am when I come in your mouth."
Kitchen Table
He called me Saturday afternoon to see when I was going to come over. I had been dithering all morning, doing laundry and straightening up, and I wasn't sure when I would get to his house. "If you want to get fucked today," he said and then paused as I sharply inhaled, "then you had better get your ass over here soon."
"Ok, but I have to finish my laundry and..."
"No excuses. Get over here so I can fuck you. If you take too long, I'll make you wait until Sunday to get fucked."
"But..."
"No buts. Get your little ass here now."
I hurriedly got ready and, a mere hour later, I arrived at his house. He was sitting at the kitchen table and he pushed his chair back to look at me when I walked in.
"Take off your dress," he ordered without offering me a greeting first. "Take those off too," he said as he gestured dismissively at my panties. (Why did I bother wearing the cute pink lacy panties if he was going to make me take them off before he looked at them?) "Come here," he said a little more gently as he patted his lap.
I moved toward him and he pulled me into his arms. He took hold of my hair and pulled my face toward his, kissing me roughly, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. "Hi," he moaned as he pulled away and I smiled.
He turned me away from him on his lap and bent me forward at the waist. He started caressing my ass cheeks, then grabbing harder. "Oh god, I missed your ass," he groaned, "it is so beautiful." I moved on his lap, gently grinding my ass into his crotch and bending over further. "That's right," he said approvingly, "show Daddy your ass."
Finally, after I was so wet I was dripping on his jeans, he turned me back around to face him. I leaned down to undo his pants, pulling his cock out and pulling his jeans down to his knees. I straddled him on the chair and looped my feet on the side rungs for support. Then I slowly lowered myself onto his cock and started fucking him. I had missed the full feeling of having him inside me. I needed this so badly.
My head was thrown back and I was fucking him furiously. His hands were on my hips and he bounced me up and down on his cock while he encouraged me to come for him. I gripped the back of the chair as I screamed and came all over him. I was nearly oblivious to anything but my own orgasm. It was so powerful and I was fucking him with such abandon that I was outside of my head for one brief moment.
When I came back down, he pushed me onto the floor at his feet. I moved to take his cock into my mouth, but he held me back. "Worship, now," he said quietly. I knew what this was about. This was about our recent disconnection and my need to feel his ownership strong around me now that we had reconciled. He was making me worship and kneel at his feet at every opportunity.
I kissed his feet and curled up quietly on the floor beside him until he tapped me on the head and offered me his cock. "Beg for it," he sneered.
"Can I please have your cock, Daddy? Please?"
"You'll have to beg harder than that. Beg like a little slut."
"Please, please, can I have your cock in my mouth, please." On and on it went until he deemed that I was sufficiently worked up, that I wanted it badly enough.
I took him in my mouth and, before I could breathe, he started fucking my mouth roughly. His hips were up off the kitchen chair as he thrust into my mouth. I gagged slightly but he kept going, moaning as my spit dripped down onto his balls. He worked faster and my jaw started to ache, but I knew that he would never let up now, not as he was just about to come. He might choke me, I might not be able to breathe, but he would come in my mouth and come hard, exploding, pulsing his come down my throat. He would do that no matter what I wanted or how badly my knees hurt on the tile floor. He is my owner and he would use me however he liked, however hard he wanted, at any time.
"Ok, but I have to finish my laundry and..."
"No excuses. Get over here so I can fuck you. If you take too long, I'll make you wait until Sunday to get fucked."
"But..."
"No buts. Get your little ass here now."
I hurriedly got ready and, a mere hour later, I arrived at his house. He was sitting at the kitchen table and he pushed his chair back to look at me when I walked in.
"Take off your dress," he ordered without offering me a greeting first. "Take those off too," he said as he gestured dismissively at my panties. (Why did I bother wearing the cute pink lacy panties if he was going to make me take them off before he looked at them?) "Come here," he said a little more gently as he patted his lap.
I moved toward him and he pulled me into his arms. He took hold of my hair and pulled my face toward his, kissing me roughly, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. "Hi," he moaned as he pulled away and I smiled.
He turned me away from him on his lap and bent me forward at the waist. He started caressing my ass cheeks, then grabbing harder. "Oh god, I missed your ass," he groaned, "it is so beautiful." I moved on his lap, gently grinding my ass into his crotch and bending over further. "That's right," he said approvingly, "show Daddy your ass."
Finally, after I was so wet I was dripping on his jeans, he turned me back around to face him. I leaned down to undo his pants, pulling his cock out and pulling his jeans down to his knees. I straddled him on the chair and looped my feet on the side rungs for support. Then I slowly lowered myself onto his cock and started fucking him. I had missed the full feeling of having him inside me. I needed this so badly.
My head was thrown back and I was fucking him furiously. His hands were on my hips and he bounced me up and down on his cock while he encouraged me to come for him. I gripped the back of the chair as I screamed and came all over him. I was nearly oblivious to anything but my own orgasm. It was so powerful and I was fucking him with such abandon that I was outside of my head for one brief moment.
When I came back down, he pushed me onto the floor at his feet. I moved to take his cock into my mouth, but he held me back. "Worship, now," he said quietly. I knew what this was about. This was about our recent disconnection and my need to feel his ownership strong around me now that we had reconciled. He was making me worship and kneel at his feet at every opportunity.
I kissed his feet and curled up quietly on the floor beside him until he tapped me on the head and offered me his cock. "Beg for it," he sneered.
"Can I please have your cock, Daddy? Please?"
"You'll have to beg harder than that. Beg like a little slut."
"Please, please, can I have your cock in my mouth, please." On and on it went until he deemed that I was sufficiently worked up, that I wanted it badly enough.
I took him in my mouth and, before I could breathe, he started fucking my mouth roughly. His hips were up off the kitchen chair as he thrust into my mouth. I gagged slightly but he kept going, moaning as my spit dripped down onto his balls. He worked faster and my jaw started to ache, but I knew that he would never let up now, not as he was just about to come. He might choke me, I might not be able to breathe, but he would come in my mouth and come hard, exploding, pulsing his come down my throat. He would do that no matter what I wanted or how badly my knees hurt on the tile floor. He is my owner and he would use me however he liked, however hard he wanted, at any time.
Training Day
He thinks I give an amazing blow job. While I don't really know how to evaluate my skills, I've never had any complaints. My usual technique (if you can call it that) is all about variety - a mixture of licking, sucking, deep throating, etc. - so he never gets bored of the sensation.
So you can imagine my surprise when he told me that I was going to have to do some training. He wanted me to learn to take his cock all the way down my throat, so deep that my lips would rest at the base of his cock, and stay there. I can usually work my way pretty far down, but leaning how to go down that far and stay there was a real challenge.
Luckily my therapist has been teaching me some breathing techniques and I've used them to take his training and to really process it. In no time, I was calmly holding his cock in the back of my throat and looking up at him with my lips wrapped around the very base of his cock. I even managed to stay so calm that I sneaked my tongue out to caress his balls a bit.
There are two drawbacks that I am still working through. First, there is no way to control my saliva when he holds me in this position. It all just drips right down onto his crotch. Luckily, he loves a sopping wet blow job and it gives me quite a bit of lubrication if I am going to give him a hand job. Second, if I gag in this position, I really gag. It is the kind of gagging that comes all the way from deep in my esophagus and makes me afraid that I will throw up. He knows that I am afraid and he uses this against me, holding my head in position as I gag on his cock. He has told me that he will continue to subject me to training sessions until I can learn how to control my occasional gagging, even if it means that I have to learn how to gag and stay in position.
I love how I feel when he has set me to a specific task like this. I love how it feels to be put on my knees and told that we will be doing training and that there will be concrete guidelines. Casting what we are doing as "training" and requiring me to practice in a methodical way, all while doing my breathing exercises, has me feeling very focused lately. I feel like I can do anything, accomplish anything that he thinks I can do. All I need is for him to guide me and hold me in place and I can learn to do anything.
So you can imagine my surprise when he told me that I was going to have to do some training. He wanted me to learn to take his cock all the way down my throat, so deep that my lips would rest at the base of his cock, and stay there. I can usually work my way pretty far down, but leaning how to go down that far and stay there was a real challenge.
Luckily my therapist has been teaching me some breathing techniques and I've used them to take his training and to really process it. In no time, I was calmly holding his cock in the back of my throat and looking up at him with my lips wrapped around the very base of his cock. I even managed to stay so calm that I sneaked my tongue out to caress his balls a bit.
There are two drawbacks that I am still working through. First, there is no way to control my saliva when he holds me in this position. It all just drips right down onto his crotch. Luckily, he loves a sopping wet blow job and it gives me quite a bit of lubrication if I am going to give him a hand job. Second, if I gag in this position, I really gag. It is the kind of gagging that comes all the way from deep in my esophagus and makes me afraid that I will throw up. He knows that I am afraid and he uses this against me, holding my head in position as I gag on his cock. He has told me that he will continue to subject me to training sessions until I can learn how to control my occasional gagging, even if it means that I have to learn how to gag and stay in position.
I love how I feel when he has set me to a specific task like this. I love how it feels to be put on my knees and told that we will be doing training and that there will be concrete guidelines. Casting what we are doing as "training" and requiring me to practice in a methodical way, all while doing my breathing exercises, has me feeling very focused lately. I feel like I can do anything, accomplish anything that he thinks I can do. All I need is for him to guide me and hold me in place and I can learn to do anything.
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